You Should've Knew I Was Coming/// Luke Hemmings

Part 1

CJ 

When people are born, they are assigned a soulmate. They have a song in their head that only them and their soulmate know.  I didn't necessarily believe in that, but just to be safe,  I had some of the lyrics tattooed on my arm. 

*I'm nobody's disciple so blackout your windows and stay in the house with the lights low
It's gonna be pleasant when watching you die slow* 

I got it tattooed side ways, up my right arm. 

The whole world had gone crazy recently. Mass murders, shootings, robberies. All of those things had broke out world wide. My father had always told me "Kill or be killed" so here I am, in my house, planning my next crime with my best friend, Ashton. Ash and I had been friends since we were little and the world was a better place. Then, we turned ten. My dad taught us how to shoot a gun, how to fight, how to use all different types of weapons. But, when we were twelve, my dad was shot and killed by just one of the gangs that had formed. Now, we live in the same house we bought as soon as we had enough money. We fixed it out we bullet proof windows, millions of intricate locks all over the house. 

I could hear what sounded like someone breaking into the house. I'm pretty sure they are only here to kill me or one of us. I grabbed my pistol and Ashton grabbed his taser. I shot him a look and mouthed 'really?? a taser??' he sighed and mouthed 'it was the closest thing to me'

I heard the mystery person creeping up the stairs. Ashton started to walk towards the noise. 'Wait!!' I whisper-shouted. This voice, male, was deffinently singing my song under his breathe. 

you should've knew I was coming
You wouldn't want it, I'm sick of your **** so get used to the plumbin'
You just a luncheon, it's nothing for you to get druggin'
Your liver removed from your stomach
I'm feasting on you like a buffet
Your carcass is glued to the front end
I'm ******* up crews in the dozens
I leave 'em with crucial concussions
Who getting punished?

I gasped out a breathe and the singing stopped. I think he heard me. "ASH!!!!! THAT'S MY SONG!!!" I whisper shouted. "Maybe if you sing it loud enough, the psychopath won't kill us." He replied with sarcasm in his voice. "That gives me an idea." I stand up and walk over to the speaker system we have that runs through the whole house. It dings to life and I play my song, You Should've Known By: Hopsin and Dax. 

Luke 

I was in a house that I had never seen before, doing what my friends Michael, Calum, and I had planned for a while. I was singing my song when a heard a gasp followed by hushed talking. "ASH!!! THAT'S MY SONG!!" It was a girl voice. Then, there was a male voice. "Maybe if you play it loud enough, he won't kill us." The other voice came back. "That gives my an idea." 

I heard shuffling around the room they were in. The speakers over head came to life. I then heard my song playing over the loud speaker. How does she know this song? Does this mean- no! It couldn't. 

I didn't know what to do so I ran to hide. I heard the door open. "What if it didn't work?" The girl voice said. I didn't hear a reply because everything went dark. 

***

When I woke up, I couldn't move anything. I looked down to see that I was tied to a chair that we in a hallway. The room seemed empty. That's when I noticed a boy, around my age, standing to my right. "What do you-?" A female voice cut off my thoughts. "Don't move." I stared into the barrel of her gun and muttered the two words I thought of first. "Do it." The girl seemed almost surprised. That's when I took a moment to take in her appearance. She wore black leggings with a black muscle tee that said 'Let's Riot' She had a pair of combat boots on. Then, I looked up at her. She had super dark, brown hair with green eyes. 

She sighed. "Tell me who you are and I won't shoot." I looked at her eyes and gave my best smirk. "Hemmings. Luke Hemmings." 

CJ

I  dropped my gun back to it's hustler around my waist. I crossed my arms over my chest. "How do you know my song?" He gives my a look of disbelief. "Your song? Ok. Well, last time I checked, it was my song," He paused. "Now, why don't you tell me who you guys are?" She grabs for her gun again, with fire in her eyes, but the guy stops her with a single grunt. "You should know. You're the one who broke into my house." He chuckles. "Wow, I'm sensing a lot of sass. Anyway, I broke in cause it's what I do. A man's gotta eat." 

Narrator 

She walks away from the boy. "You don't we do that, too? Cheat, steal, lie, kill. You don't think that that's why you're tied to the chair. If I was a innocent as I look, I would have called the police to let them take care of this. But, where's the fun in that? I wanted to deal with you myself." Luke imminently sat up straight. He let her finish. "I'm CJ, this is Ashton. If you want to live, you work for us now." Luke let his face smirk crawl across his face yet again. "Sweetheart, that's where you've got my wrong. I don't work for anyone." CJ gracefully walked over to the big cabinets of weapons then turned to the boy. "At a very young age, I learned to shoot a gun, to avenge the death of my mother. At age 14, I killed my first person. You work for us or when I kill you, I'll make it a slow and painful death. So, Luke, what's your choice?" Luke sighed "It's a good thing you're cute when you're angry." CJ blushed at the sudden complement, but hide it shortly after. "Ashton, untie him. But, watch incase he escapes." CJ paused as she turned her attention to Luke while Ash untied him. "So, Luke, let me fill you in. The bank down the street, we've been planning to rob it for weeks. Tonight, we take action." She quickly strolled over to the giant white board on the far wall, then she continued. "Ashton, you're lookout..." Ashton simply replied with a "Not again." CJ rolled her eyes and continued once again. "Luke and I will go in  and take care of the job. Michael will help us in there, too." Luke's head shot up. "Michael? As in Michael Clifford?" Now it was CJ's turn to smirk. "Yeah, where do you think I got my tough side." The confused look on Luke face didn't seen to fade so Ashton cut in. "Michael's her brother. He lives here, too. He just went to get supplies and disable all off the camera's in the bank." They heard a door shut downstairs. "Speaking of the devil," Luke mumbled. Soon a familiar face turned the corner and enter the room. Michael saw the stranger in the corner and went into defense mood. "Relax, Michael. We can trust him. He knows my song and works for us now." CJ reassured him. Luke took in his features. Michael was tall. He had red hair with an eyebrow piecing and tattoos lining his arms. He wore a black muscle tee and black jeans. He deffinently did NOT want to get on his bad side. 

Luke soon noticed that CJ and Ashton had left the room, leaving him with Michael. Neither of them said anything to eachother. 

Finally, Ashton and CJ came back in wearing all black clothes, matching Michael's. 

It was time to put the plan into action.